A Poem, inspired by my current surroundings.
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My cube is cold,
My coffee’s old,
But that is life –
Or so I’m told.
Unrest, it grows.
My mind, it knows.
A windowless world –
It really blows.
How’s that for a rainy Monday?
Don’t worry, I’m working on some solutions to my boredom, which I will share as they (hopefully) come to fruition.
The song, "Escape" (Do You Like Pina Coladas?) gives me goose bumps. I have an irrational fear of Sponge Bob Square Pants and those tubes of biscuits that pop open when you tear off the wrapping. I have a very rational fear of spiders. I cry every time I watch Philadelphia. Every time. I am good at many things but an expert at none. Cats make me nervous. I love chocolate, and I love peanut butter. I love them together.
I’m sarcastic.
I’m opinionated.
I’m insatiable.
Domestiphobia 